Page 127 of The Widow and the Orcs

Buthis expression was warm, even grateful, he was just meeting her, just playing.AndLouisarolled her eyes back at him, and gave a purposeful, sweeping wave down at whereUlfarr’sbig body was still pinningKillikto the earth, his softening cock still jutted halfway intoKillik’screase.Andyes, yes,Ulfarr’sexpression had softened again too, his eyes slowly clearing, and flicking almost hungrily betweenKillikandLouisa’sfaces.

“Youkeep telling yourself that, you wily weasel,”Louisadrawled atKillik, with another pat at his sweaty cheek. “Pretendas though we all didn’t just see you begging, and whimpering, and squealing, just like a sweet, helpless, adorable little puppy —”

Butshe was cut off byKillik’ssharp, thrilling growl, his body kicking up with astonishing speed, and landing over hers.Andoh, now his legs were shoving hers apart, his own hard cock seeking up between — and then sinking deep inside her, while she choked and moaned upon it.

Butoh, it felt so good, so perfect, most of all withUlfarrnow settling shaky and heavy onto his side next to them, his hand skittering againstKillik’sback. “Gentle, pup,” he said, hoarse. “Sheis yet wounded, you ken.Andmayhap — mayhapyouare wounded now, also.”

Hisvoice cracked, his eyes still too hazy and bright, butKillikonly rolled his eyes back, and then leaned towardUlfarr, and pressed a brief, biting kiss to his mouth. “IkenIhave never felt so good in all my life,Wolf,” he murmured. “I…Ithank you.”

Hisgaze briefly dropped, his face flushing, andUlfarrblinked hard, his body shifting closer, so he could inhale deep atKillik’sneck. “Ithank you also, my sweet pup,” he whispered. “And” — his eyes flicked towardLouisa— “and you, sweetLouisa.Youspoke such truth upon us, upon this, forIkenIhave —Ihave —”

BothLouisaandKillikturned to look atUlfarr, waiting, andKillikleaned in for another brief kiss to his mouth, even as his shaft quivered and pulsed insideLouisa, and her invaded heat clutched back.Bothof them still wanting this together, yes, but both of them needing this fromUlfarr, too.Needingto help him face this.

“Ihave loved you so deeply,Killik,”Ulfarrrasped, on a slow, heavy exhale. “Forso long.Forall these summersIhave known you.Andach,Ihave thus so greatly feared — harming you, also.Drawingyou into my weakness, and my darkness, and my grief, and my — evil.WhenIhad vowed with all my strength to care for you, and keep you safe.”

Hiseyes glimmered onKillik’sface, his truth heavy in his voice, and he drew in a deep breath. “Ihave not — trusted myself with you,” he continued. “Ihave not trustedIcould keep you safe, most of all ifIforever bound you to me, in the waysImost longed for.Andthus,Ihave pushed you away, and hidden my own truth, for so long.EvenasIhave wished for yours.EvenasIhave raged with envy every timeIhave seen or scented you with another.”

Killik’sexpression flickered as he watched, as something like comprehension — or even relief — flashed across his eyes.WhileUlfarrdragged in another slow, shaky breath, shuddering all through his big, sweaty body. “Andin this, just now, pup,Ishould not —Iought not —Iyet had — no right.Ilost my bearings, lost my control, ought not have commanded you, and pushed you, and —”

Hewas speaking so quickly, stumbling over the words, the distress again rising in his eyes.Butoh, that was another lingering kiss fromKillikto his mouth, a caress of his hand toUlfarr’ssweaty cheek.

“Ach,Ifollow now,Wolf,” he murmured. “ButIhave always wished for this from you.AndIshould be most glad if you should yet grant it to me.”

Itfelt so simple, so soft, even gentle, in a wayLouisacouldn’t ever recall seeing fromKillikbefore.OfferingUlfarrhis forgiveness, his truth, his hope, with such openness, such quiet, ready ease.Withsuch… love.

AndUlfarrseemed struck by it too, his throat convulsing, his hand skittering downKillik’sback.Hiseyes shining with reverence, with hunger, with raw, radiant adoration. “Ach, then,” he whispered. “Ishall, pup.”

Itshot a swift, stunning smile acrossKillik’sface, swelling him fuller insideLouisa, too — and he drewUlfarrclose again, kissing him so sweet and so hungry, even as his hips againstLouisafinally started circling, grinding himself slow inside her.Feelingso foreign, so strange and soft and new, because he’d never done it like this before — and he’d certainly never tuggedUlfarrup behind him, and flashed him such a taunting, tender smile.

“Again,Wolf,” he murmured. “Butmore gentle this time, mayhap.”

Ulfarr’sexhale was half-laugh, half-moan, but he wasted no time in shifting up behindKillikagain, and —Louisacould feelKillikstartle — easing back inside him.Indeedmoving slow and careful, now, his movements gently rockingKillikintoLouisa, whileKillikgazed down at her with hooded, fluttering eyes.Butnot speaking, just looking, breathing, as his body kept filling her, meeting her, shuddering deep within her…

Butthen his head dropped, his face bent into her neck, his pointed ear lightly tickling at her cheek. “YoukenIlove you,” he whispered, so quiet, into her ear. “Ach?”

Louisatwitched, and exhaled a breath that felt like relief, like wonder. “I… hoped you might,” she whispered back. “I… wanted you to.Somuch.”

Killik’slaugh was low, choked, his hot breath huffing against her skin. “HowcouldInot?” he murmured. “Mystrong, fierce, hungry harpy, fighting with me, playing with me, hunting with me, evenflytingwith me.Seekingmy help and my wisdom, and seeking to help me, also.Showingsuch kindness to my wolf and my son and my kin.Evenbearing theKa-esh for me, and writing all these pretty letters, to spare me such pain.”

Louisahuffed a shaky laugh, but her hands had circled up around him, slipping into his sweaty, straggly hair.Whilehis mouth gave a soft, gentle nip at her neck, his body still grinding slow and sweet between her legs. “Andall this pleasure, also,” he said. “Suckingme, tasting me, screeching upon me.Tendingand tauntingWolfwith me.Ach, even writing that curst letter toWolfof me.Speakingof howIthronged within you, and granted you such great and wondrous gifts.”

Louisashivered all over at even the memory of it, and wait, that was a low chuckle fromUlfarrbehindKillik, as he gently drew one of the daggers fromKillik’sloosening hair, and then set it carefully ontoLouisa’scollarbone, whereKillikcould still see it. “Ach, this letter,” he said, with a twitch of a smile down atLouisa’sface. “Icaught him reading it, with his prick in his hand.Twice.”

Killikshot a sharp, betrayed look up over his shoulder, butUlfarrjust smiled back at him, so fond, and pulled out the other dagger, too, and set it ontoLouisawith the first.ReleasingKillik’shair in a dark silken curtain, falling aroundLouisa’sface, and she could just make outUlfarrnuzzling againstKillik’shead, inhaling slow and deep. “Thispleased you, pup,” he murmured. “Ithas always pleased you, to be thanked, and to be honoured.Tobe… seen, for all you do, and all the great gifts you grant to us.”

Killikmade a face, but he didn’t argue, and his glance back towardLouisalooked almost embarrassed.Butno, no, he couldn’t be, andLouisaheld his eyes, drew in his strength. “Somany gifts,Killik,” she whispered, beneath the shifting fall of his hair. “Somany thingsIdidn’t even realize.Notjust the food, and the help on the property, but all those lessons, all those explanations, even when you thought — when you thought you were teaching me toreplaceyou.Notto mentionRikard, and how you guarded me from him, and defended me, and — andkilledhim.Or— almost killed him.”

Itstill sounded hushed on her voice, not quite real, butRikard’simmobile body was still just over there, only a few paces away.Whileshe was so alive, so whole and warm and safe, withKilliktwitching her such a wry, satisfied little smile. “Ach,Ihave been plotting to murder him for weeks,” he said lightly. “Sincethat first day he dared to touch what wasmine.”

Sincethat first day.Andthat day… that had been way back at the beginning, hadn’t it?Afterthat first good night withUlfarrin her bed?Aftershe andKillikhad fought, andKillikhad threatened her and stormed out, and now…

Killikglanced away again, wincing, but didn’t argue it, either.Asif he really had consideredLouisahisfor that long, for all that time.Andthe truth of it flipped in her belly, tightened against his hard body still filling her, rocking so slow and steady and safe.

“Thankyou,Killik,” she murmured. “Itwas so good of you.”

Andyes, yes, he did like that, the warmth deepening on his cheeks, sparkling in his eyes.AndwhenLouisadrew him down for a kiss, he willingly met it, his mouth so soft, so sweet, his tongue tangling slick and languid against hers.

“Andyou really didn’t mind,”Louisawhispered, once he’d drawn back again, “aboutLordScall, either?”

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